Sorry

“You broke me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s not enough.”
“What’s enough?”
“You go be sorry for ten years. You figure out a way you bring my youth back. You go back in time. You don’t hit my mom. You don’t hit me. Sorry? You’re sorry. I hate you.”

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